Stockholm Syndrome [h.s]

two

Sara wakes up with a jolt. It's dark where she's at, and when she tries to sit up, she realizes that the ceiling of wherever she's at is very low. Ouch. She feels a jerk, and that's when she realizes that she is moving.

Then the events of earlier crash down on her.

She remembers the boy with the green eyes offering her a ride into town, and twice declining. She also remembers how his voice changed into a growl when he whispered in her ear. Just thinking about it now gave her shudders.

Sara wonders how long she's been out. It must have been long considering she feels over-rested. She shivers and realizes that the boy had taken everything from her, from her little pearl studs she got at the drug store down to the socks on her feet she got from her mother. All she was left in now was her bra and underwear.

She tries to scream and thrash, but, and not to her surprise, her hands are tied together with a cable tie, and her voice just like before doesn't seem to be working. So, instead of trying to fight and get out of there, she feels around to see if there's something in close proximity to her that she can cover herself with.

Her hands come in contact with something soft. She fiddles with it before determining it's some sort of fabric, and quite a large one at that. She wasn't expecting to find anything, so when she does, she feels a tad grateful.

She takes the fabric, pulls it over her naked body, and rolls over. Suddenly, she is overcome by a wave of fatigue, and within seconds she feels herself falling into a fitful sleep.

Meanwhile, the boy is sitting in the driver's seat, currently heading to the old airfield that once belonged to is family.

His father taught him how to fly when he was a young boy, and right before his mother and father died, they gifted him his very own airplane. It wasn't big, a two-seater with a small room for storage right behind the seats.

The boy was still elated from when he successfully took the girl. The euphoric feeling propelled him to drive on for 14 hours, only needing to stop twice, once for going to the bathroom, and once for checking up on the girl and injecting lorazepam into her leg to make sure she stays knocked out. However, he expects that by now, she will have at least woken up once, and decides that when they reach the airfield in fifteen minutes, he will give her another dose of the drug.

The boy drives on until they reach the airfield, and is glad to have left the monotonous scenery of trees and trees behind him when he reaches it.

He parks his Audi RS 5 Cabriolet close to where the airplane is, and goes to the trunk to look at the girl.

He smiles when he sees her all coddled up in the blanket he left for her, but is worried since he doesn't know if she woke up or subconsciously grabbed the blanket in her sleep.

He hopes for the latter, but he expects the former.

Before she can wake up again, the boy takes a syringe out of the bag hanging from his shoulder and carefully brings it down to her inner thigh. He is upset that he needs to do this, but he'd rather not take any chances with her waking up in the middle of a flight to the other side of the country.

After he is done, he discards the syringe back into his messenger bag and picks up the sleeping girl. He thinks she looks beautiful, and smiles when he thinks of all the things he could do with her and her petite frame.

He walks toward the plane with Sara slung over his shoulder, and when he reaches it, he fishes out a key from his pocket and unlocks the cargo space.

He readjusts Sara's knocked-out body before actually opening the door, and when he does open it, he feels another smile creeping on to his face, because everything is just so damn perfect.

The boy puts Sara in the cage he had prepared earlier. He had made sure it had padding on the bottom and a pillow and blanket. He didn't want to be mean to Sara.

He wanted her to know that he actually cared for her and wanted her to be at ease.

He took a knife out of his bag of many wonders and carefully cut the cable-ties that were keeping her wrists restricted. He didn't want her to be uncomfortable, and he knew that there was no way for her to get out of the cage that he was about to close and lock.

Right as he was about to lock the cage, he frowned.

Seeing Sara on the inside of the cage in such a plain white bra and undies upset him, even if he thought she looked beautiful in them anyway. But he wanted her to look sexier, and lucky enough for her, he had gone to Victoria's Secret earlier and bought the sexiest bra he could find (in a variety of sizes too, so he knew he had at least one that would fit her.

He went back to the car and grabbed the bag full of brassiers and thongs, as well as the suitcases he had packed for the both of them. He went back to the girl, threw the suitcases in next to her cage, and proceeded to take off the rest of her clothes.

He started with her bra, taking it off as slowly and gently as he could, considering the fact that his hands were shaking uncontrollably he then took off her cotton panties, and gasped at what he saw. He knew she was beautiful, but seeing her in this state of pure, raw beauty, he couldn't help but think she looked even sexier than before. He was tempted to just leave her clothes off and have her there, naked, but decided that might make her feel violated.

He did, however, allow his hands to roam her body, feeling every inch of her. He ran his large hands over her plump breasts, over her curves, and up and down her thighs. He was about to run his hand over her most private part when he shut his eyes and drew his hand back.

He couldn't violate her like this, he thought, but in the back of his mind, the idea of a lifeless-but-full-of-life body at his complete disposal was too tempting.

Somehow he managed to push the thoughts away, and he slipped on the lingerie without another dirty thought. He then shut the cage door and locked all the seven locks he had on the outside. There was no way she was getting out.

He shut the cargo door and walked around to the cockpit of the airplane.

He hoisted himself in, shut the door, and took out his iPhone to call Robin, tell him to drive to the next airfield with a BMW M6 Convertible for the boy's own use, and to take the plane back to his family's private airfield. Robin agreed, as the boy knew he would, and then he proceeded to tell Robin that after this favor, he was no longer needed in service, and that he could just take the RS 5 and the sum of money he left in it.

Robin said nothing but a simple thank you, and then the boy hung up his phone, shut it off, started up the engine, and took off to his next destination with the beatiful girl sleeping in the cargo.

Hello! Sorry it's been a while. I decided to keep the format of the story in third person point of view after a lengthy discussion with one of my close friends, who basically told me I had to keep writing this way. Anyway, I hope you like the chapter and I apologize again for the wait. I don't know then the next chapter will be up; school starts next week on Monday.

x.sofia